Tommyinnit Oneshots

River Bed

A/N - Agere oneshot is taking longer than I thought to write, so have this. Read with caution please, it's a bit heavy, at least for me.

TW: Self harm, suicidal thoughts, heavy themes of suicide (trigger warnings have been edited. Sorry if you got a post notification, but it was necessary)

I've been replaced, Tommy thought tiredly as he saw yet another Twitch notification pop up on his phone screen. Tubbo was streaming with Ranboo again.

Tommy knew he should be used to it by now. His best friend in elementary school had ditched him when a better person came along in middle school. The middle school friends he had found to mend that hole in his heart started ignoring him the second high school started, not to mention the countless couples who had adopted him only to put him back into the system later on when a better option for a child came along.

He thought he had grown numb to it after Wilbur, Phil, and Techno stopped talking to him. Techno never talked to him much in the first place so it wasn't noticeable, but he picked up on it when Phil stopped responding when he asked for help with anything, and Wilbur's lengthy, hilarious responses to the boy's shenanigans trickled down to one-word responses and eventually to nothing.

The abandonment still stung after all this time and all these betrayals. When he first became friends with this group of people, he relied on the screen between them to stop him from getting attached. It worked, except when they were still talking to him and laughing with him two years later. They hadn't left him, and Tommy had begun to let himself believe that he had found his real family in this group of annoying yet loveable content creators.

He was wrong, which wasn't surprising.

Tubbo hurt the most, though. Tubbo was the one he told his fears to, told his insecurities and secrets. Tubbo knew about his orphan status, his anxiety, his trauma. And Tubbo still left him.

Maybe this is the world giving me a sign, Tommy thought resignedly. I am unimportant in every context. No matter what I do, there is always someone who will do it better than me. There is always someone who is kinder, quieter, gentler, smarter, more handsome. I am, have been, and always will be replaceable.

With that, Tommy let his feet slip off of the bridge. The descent to the water was less of a fall and more of a float, but that might have been the bottle of pills he took a few minutes ago messing with his brain or the blood loss from the pretty red cuts neatly lining his wrists. Whatever it was, it felt nice.

He let the water fill his lungs and felt his body sink deeper and deeper to softly land among the rocks and the mud of the river bed. It was quiet. The light above him slowly faded to black and he felt the end to this story finally creep toward him, slowly but surely. It offered sleep, and he welcomed the rest with open arms.